As much as he was concentrating on his work, that second sneeze made him jump as much as the first one had. The good part, no errant paint was left on the walls. The bad part, it was on his back instead, a perfect green splotch where his tail had curled up behind him; it was even sprayed out like the poof was. He tugged the shoulder of his vest some to look at it, and sighed softly, just one more bit of paint on his clothes.

Hearing a noise he looked up, watching the bundle go past. It was comical- is that what he'd looked like when he was hungover? -but at the same time, he was worried so he stepped to the door, watching the blankets continue to march on.

"...Neeeeed a hand?"